Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Pole,
JFA,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.